Gonzocore - Harls

Ushijima retiring from his volleyball career and then immediately becoming a house husband for Tendou,,,

He retires after many years in volleyball, but isn’t quite sure what he wants to do next. He loved volleyball, volleyball was his life, but the physical rigor of it taxed his body, and the physical health of his body is more important than continuing an already accomplished career. So, he decides to throw himself into the best stay at home husband as possible for the time being.

He keeps their shared apartment absolutely spotless, and neatly decorates the place— building shelves to store Tendou’s many, many collectibles and adding tasteful decor from the plethora of interior design magazines that he has studied in his free time. On weekends, he plans elaborate dates with delicious restaurants and walks down their river. Every weekday morning, he wakes Tendou up with a hot cup of coffee (with just the right amount of sugar and cream) before he goes off to work with a homemade lunch in hand. And on the topic of lunch, Ushijima spends hours and hours watching tutorials and practicing how to make the little animals and shapes out of the ingredients for Tendou’s packed lunches. He becomes quite good at it, and Tendou is afraid that his heart is gonna give out bc his smoking hot, retired Olympic medalist volleyball star husband is not only sweeping him off his feet with his grand romantic gestures, but he ALSO packs him the CUTEST lunches with a note every day explaining the health benefits for each portion of the meal. He doesn’t know how he’s gonna survive if he continues at this rate.

For the sake of his own heart health, a couple months after his husband has retired, Tendou tells Ushijima that a local sports club is looking for a coach for their middle school girls volleyball team, and he should interview.

oh uh. scuse me. just a lil snail crossing your dash

why would u say this to me...

about to just let the depression win

“that’s ok i understand!!!!” but it actually made me sick to my stomach

goddamn right it is

little chef and secret agent

i have no energy left for anything

Saltburn is not a film about class, right? at least, not really. like. Oliver is well off. maybe not living in Downton Abbey well off suuuurre, but he is middle to upper-middle class. this is not a movie about the working class sticking it to the wealthy. it's a movie about desire and obsession. it's actually super interesting that it is set in 2006 (or 2005? i can't remember), because what it is exploring is the way that a lot of us interact with people now. we watch them. on our phones. on our screens. we watch their beautiful lives and we obsess over them, and obsess over everything they have that we don't. Venetia in her speech in the bathtub to Oliver talks about how Oliver actually didn't know Felix at all, really just met him, and yet somehow Felix had become the centre of Oliver's whole fucking universe, in a way that i think you can compare to parasocial relationships people have now with celebrities etc. it is a movie that explores how far desire and obsession can go. in like, obviously a very campy way that is super fun and great. but it's not about class. it's the wealthy and the more wealthy eating each other.

people are like "no one wants to work anymore" when every job application is like upload your resume and cover letter. okay now manually type out your resume and cover letter in our text boxes. okay now answer these 10 riddles. okay now take a rorschach test. okay now upload a photo of your childhood bedroom and explain the relationship between its layout and the adult you are today. okay now show us your youtube watch history. okay now define the color "red." okay now walk into a patch of poison ivy and take a selfie of you holding up a paper saying "i <3 ivy." okay now wave your hands in the air if you just don't care. that one was a trick to cull the applicants who don't care. okay now choose a loved one to sacrifice. great! thank you for submitting your application we will not be calling you